Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Gray moonlight seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the white wall opposite the room.

Tong Hui heard Shen Jue's even breathing coming from the next room, steady and slow, as if he was completely unaffected.

Downstairs, the Aberration Type I sat on the sofa in the lobby of the guesthouse, its eyes wide open, its dark glass beads staring unblinkingly at the glass door of the entrance.

Outside the glass door, the fog was thickening.

After a short rest, Shen Jue took Tong Hui out the next evening.

"The fog is thick tonight," Shen Jue said, zipping his jacket up to his chin as if he were about to go for a walk.

Shen Jue's collar was pushed up by the zipper, covering a small part of his chin, revealing only his face, which was almost transparently white in the dim light.

Shen Jue's brow bone appeared even sharper than usual under the mist.

He walked ahead, his pace neither hurried nor slow, his footsteps echoing rhythmically in the empty street.

Kirie followed two steps behind him.

The Aberration Type 1 followed behind Kirie, keeping the same rhythm. The tassels of her scarf fluttered in the wind, and her face was expressionless. She looked like a delicate doll being pulled by invisible threads.

The streets were deserted.

The light from the streetlights turned into murky orange-yellow orbs in the fog, hanging helplessly in the air, spaced about ten meters apart.

Most of the shops on both sides were closed, with their roller shutters pulled all the way down, and the shop windows were pitch black, so you couldn't see anything.

Kirie noticed that faded missing person notices were posted on the walls at the entrance of every alley.

The photos on the missing person poster were wrinkled from the rain, and you could barely make out the faces of some young girls, all of them smiling.

The smile froze on the faded paper, forming an inexplicable eeriness.

The fog is getting thicker.

When Kirie realized this, she could no longer see anything more than ten meters away.

The fog surged in from all directions, and the water vapor floating in the air felt damp and cold on the skin, as if it were being gently caressed by something cool and soft.

Shen Jue stopped in her tracks.

They were standing at a crossroads.

Four roads converge here, and the road sign is only visible as an outline in the fog, resembling an upright cross.

The asphalt on the road surface had cracked, and withered wild grass grew in the cracks. The tips of the leaves trembled slightly in the still air, as if something was crawling up from the ground.

Kirie shivered; her sixth sense became unusually sharp at that moment, as if an icy hand was pressed against the back of her neck.

Then she saw it.

Across the crossroads, in the thickest part of the fog, stood a handsome young man.

The handsome young man was dressed in all black.

That blackness had an eerie quality, as if it absorbed all the light around it.

The handsome young man's thin body was wrapped in a black long-sleeved hoodie, his silhouette appearing and disappearing in the mist.

The lines of his collarbone and shoulder blades were clearly visible under the fabric, as if he had no excess fat, only bones and a thin layer of skin clinging to them.

The handsome young man was very tall, half a head taller than Shen Jue, but his tall frame did not give people a sense of oppression. Instead, he was like a slender candlestick standing in the mist, with a kind of beauty that did not belong to this world.

His skin was shockingly white, not the healthy paleness of Shen Jue, but a deathly white that only the dead possess, devoid of any color.

His nose was high and straight, casting a long, thin shadow in the mist.

His lips were thin, colorless, almost grayish-white, and slightly pursed, revealing no emotion.

She wore a simple, metallic earring on her left ear that did not reflect any luster in the fog.

The pupils of those eyes were deathly white, almost blending into the sclera, with only a very thin gray border barely marking the position of the pupils.

Those eyes were unfocused, devoid of emotion, lifeless; they held only a bottomless emptiness.

The handsome young man stood there, motionless, like a wax figure forgotten at a crossroads.

But Kirie knew he wasn't a wax figure, because the beautiful boy's lips were moving.

Do you want your fortune told?

The voice was soft and pleasant; the gentle tone carried through the mist, carrying a warmth that made one feel close to the person.

But upon hearing that voice, Kirie felt a chill creep up from the depths of her bones.

She suddenly remembered that voice.

The voice was exactly the same as the one that had entered her mind last night.

In the past, Kirie would have been scared at this point.

But the high school girl from Hijima High School just smiled coldly and watched the handsome boy perform.

After all, in Tong Hui's eyes, Shen Jue, who was standing next to her, was the most incomprehensible and terrifying being in this world.

Where did this inhuman creature from the roadside come from? How dare it mentally manipulate her into behaving rudely in front of Lord Shen Jue?

Shen Jue, who was standing to the side, did not answer. He just stood there with his hands in his pockets and tilted his head, as if he was sizing up the handsome young man's presence.

The handsome young man in black took a step forward.

The mist swirled beneath the feet of the handsome young man in black, as if it were alive.

The handsome young man in black was less than five meters away from the three of them.

Kirie saw more details on the handsome boy in black's face.

His cheekbones were high, but not in a full, high way; rather, they were sharp, so thin that the bone structure seemed to pierce through his skin.

The jawline is as sharp as a knife, and the curve from the jaw to the earlobe is beautiful and fierce.

His face possessed an extreme, chilling beauty, but it was the beauty of death, the kind of beauty found in well-preserved corpses in tombs.

It's so beautiful that you can't help but want to look at it more, yet so terrifying that every pore on your body screams and you retreat.

The handsome young man in black was looking at Shen Jue, his pale pupils fixed on Shen Jue's face, and his lips moved again.

"I have already seen the results of your divination."

But Shen Jue simply raised one hand.

The moment Shen Jue raised his hand, Tong Hui realized something.

The suffocating, despairing, and death-inducing mental pressure emanating from the handsome young man in black.

It was as if they had bumped into an invisible wall in front of Shen Jue, completely halting in front of him and unable to move forward even an inch.

Shen Jue's breathing remained steady, his heartbeat slow, and his expression relaxed and casual, as if he were watching a not-so-exciting performance.

"You bastard who bewitched girls into committing suicide, have you ever seen the sun?" Shen Jue said slowly.

Shen Jue softly uttered a few words: "Great Sun Magic Power".